Art, Pen

Blacksmith

Sounds of beating, and huff,
sonorous!
So heavy that, they sinks-in downright.

Sprinkling sparks and thumping ground,
not so much of a celebration.

Throbbing veins unveil,
when hammer rises up high.
Sweat beads descend along,
and drop down with each strike.

Gleaming metal is brave,
shows no signs of pain.
It knows,
its glory is, now,
just a matter of patience.

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